Some things are meant to grow

Well I’ve just been for my first IPL laser hair removal session, nothing to write home about really, but hey a girl can blog can’t she. Didn’t take long, had some gel applied to my face then several bursts of the laser which felt like being touched very quickly with a hot needle, not too painful but you can certainly feel it, and it hurts in some places more than others. The power will increase though as the treatment progresses, but the very nice therapist promised I would get used to it. If the IPL is successful and the hairs start to not reappear they will go on to the normal laser, which treats one hair at a time. The IPL (intense pulsed light) treats an area about 1cm by 4cm, so not too many flashes needed to treat the whole face. Afterwards she put on a cooling gel (I had to buy a bottle for 20 quid and have to use that twice a day for a week), she said my face was a bit red but it looked quite normal by the time I had got back to the car. Fingers crossed that it at least makes some difference. I will have to resort to electrolysis at some point to treat the paler hairs and any stubborn ones left, but hopefully the laser will reduce the amount of time I have to spend under the needle. It’s one of those things that you won’t know until you try; results vary. I’ve had to not shave for 2 days, and now have to leave it another day before I do, so I look as blokey as ever. I hate stubble.

It feels like there are many ladders to climb, some of them look pretty high, so I’m glad I’m past the first rung on at least one of them. Which one do I climb next? So many to choose from, and the last ladder was kicked out from under my feet, I’m still thinking about which ladder I should climb instead, but I will get there, sooner or later.

Grass is just starting to peep through on my new lawn, how exciting! No chance of gardening today though , or for the last few days, it’s been chucking it down. The weeds are taking over again, grrr, it’s a constant battle. Just like life really.

I may have to buy a lawnmower, a pet sheep isn’t really practical. In a perfect world I would trade in my electric razor for a Flymo, probably about the same price. Good exchange really, the grass can grow as much as it likes, as long as I have NO MORE STUBBLE. Yuk.